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v~^~v Waters of Time v~^~v

By Chuk

Witness to suffering and sadness, to joys and triumphs, to defeat and victory, the river of time flows through the eras, never ending.

Its waters drift lazily among gently waving reeds, its smooth surface a pooling mirror of peace. Throughout the accompanying world, love and happiness fill hearts. Light and goodwill run strong among the people. Hate is not present. It is the paragon of life and hope. But goodness cannot last forever, for there is always evil, even if it lies hidden.

The current quickens. Cliffs appear on the banks, constricting the waters into foaming rapids, forcing them to smash against jagged rocks that bar the flow. And in the world that is carried in the river, violence reigns. Rebellion thrives in every nation. Men fight men, destroying their friends, their brothers, their fathers. Darkness sweeps the realms. A grand monarch falls and chaos takes his place.

The waters flow ever on. Months pass into years, and the flows leave the rapids. The riverbed widens and mellowness begins to invade. But it does not take over. The current still moves swiftly, if not at breakneck speed. And rocks still litter the path.

Order gains a foothold in the world. Kingdoms begin to be rebuilt. Soldiers leave the fighting life and return to farms, return to restore the bloodied soil. A hero from the battles rises to claim the responsibility of lordship, with the full support of a people behind him. With a strong government in place, order comes even more rapidly.

Laziness returns to the river. Slowly it widens its banks, creeping outward until it becomes a small lake. As the waters glide lethargically through the mere, comfort, tranquility, and contentment capture the world. They drift further out from the center until the peaceful surface covers a great expanse. All the people are allied under one banner and grow complacent in their security, fearing nothing. But serenity cannot last forever.

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Chuk

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Small ripples appear in the clear surface of time. Outspoken radicals begin to raise their voice, crying out against the government. Their heresy is quickly silenced, but the feeling spreads and dissent grows until one of the rebels gains a following and organizes an armed uprising. Though the rebellion is quickly quelled, it weakens the government, priming it for a fall.

The lake narrows back to the mouth of a river. Its pace quickens, and though it remains smooth, there is a feeling of impending doom that fills the world. And it is realized. Suddenly, the smooth surface is broken, chopped off and the river falls with a roar, cascading over an endless cliff.

Chaos springs on the world. Monsters and demons appear from darkened, smoky skies falling with wrath upon the peaceful nation. They quickly conquered the world, killing and destroying all that they could find.

The waters of time thunder into a sea of rocks at the bottom of the cliff, bashing and breaking anything left until there is nothing in the world. Order and peace, civilization and knowledge are ended, seemingly for an eternity. Not even the demons are left. Only destruction and a few torn survivors climbing wearily from shelter to look upon a broken land remain.

Escaping the rocky pool, the current carries time into a wide lake, as large as an ocean but stiller than glass. It has no exit, yet time does not end; it never will. Instead, it vaporizes, rising to form a blanket of clouds that are ferried to new destinations by the gentle breeze.

Rain begins to drip from the grayness above. It falls to the ground, drops scattered across the land that drift together into rivulets that gradually form a bubbling stream. The people find companions and gradually join together, first creating tribes, and then nations that grow into great civilizations, beginning again at ages long past. Finally the streams join together to create a flowing river once more, a river that carries on the cycle of passing time

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v~^~v Valor v~^~v

By Chuk

Moonlight filtered through the barred window, lending an icy glow to the small cell. In one dank corner, illuminated by the silver beams, lay a man. His head, shrouded by grimy brown hair, hung between his drawn-up knees in hopeless defeat. He had lived among the filth of the cell for weeks, and now, finally, his torment would end; at noon, he would die.

Darkness stole into the cell as the moon fell towards the horizon. The man was still. Finally, nothing of the silver was left; blackness reigned. Minutes passed. A guard, barely seen in the night, paced outside the cage. From somewhere beyond the bars, a cry echoed through darkness.

"Five o' clock! Two hours 'til Sun. Five o' clock."

Silence returned. The man raised his head, peering into the gloom. His grubby hair fell back from his face, revealing strong, weathered features. His eyes were luminescent, glowing a pale blue with desperate hope.

As the guard continued his rounds through the prison complex, the jailed man slid silently across the floor, feeling the rough surface for a small round object. His fingers found it and quickly stuffed it into his belt, hidden in the folds of his shirt. After securing the object, he returned to his post in the corner and waited for noon.

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A glaring, midday sun bathed the execution field in blinding light, shining with spiteful cheer on the figure standing atop the gallows. The beams showed a calm face, hard with anger, a face at odds with the rumpled and tattered appearance given by the remainder of the man's body. His eyes glared at the surrounding crowd, daring them to mock his fate. They could not meet his eyes.

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Heavy boot steps echoed across the field as the executioner climbed the gallows steps. Roughly, he grabbed the living dead by the shoulders and lifted him bodily to a tall stool and then reached for the noose. The ragged man turned his body on the stool to glare at the masked executioner, subtly removing his bound wrists from view. As the noose tightened on his neck his fingers reached into the belt to grasp a sharpened bone from hiding.

A moment passed and with a deft flick of his wrist, the man's hands were free, but he did not move further. Then, just as the executioner kicked the stool from beneath his feet, the hanging man's arms shot up, and the crude knife sliced cleanly through rope, dropping him on his feet.

Again his hand shot out and the executioner toppled from the gallows, blood oozing from his throat. As the hooded body fell, the prisoner's other hand reached for the dead man's sword, sweeping it from its scabbard. And then, with a cry of "For Galerion!" he leapt from the gallows into the panicked crowd, charging for the guards.

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v~^~v Betrayal of the Night v~^~v

By Chuk

An imperturbable wave of darkness swept the fading sun from the sky, illuminating brilliant pinpoints of stars suspended in the heavens. Carrying away the warmth of day, a breeze, gentle but chill, weaved among stolid trunks in a forest below. A lone wagon trundled beneath the boughs, pulled by two horses stumbling blindly through the night. The wheels creaked and screeched as they turned, bumping across rocks and branches strewn across the road.

In the back, wrapped warmly in comforters and blankets, lay a woman. Her eyes were closed in sleep, but it did not give her rest; beneath the lids, her pupils roved and searched her dreams. Her cheek twitched and she cried out. A younger woman -- not yet twenty years of age -- sat with her, cradling her mother's head in her lap. Love, pierced by harrowing worry, filled her eyes while she watched her mother struggle.

"Pa, go faster! Ma's bad! She ain't gonna make it! She needs a doctor bad, Pa!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying! There's not 'nough light."

"Please, Gods, help!"

The young woman broke into sobs, weeping softly against her mother's cold, sick hand, but the wagon rumbled on. In the back, the woman shuddered violently, screaming this time. Father and daughter winced, but they could not help. Hours of traveling left, and nothing they could do. Still the wagon rolled on, bumping into the night.

Dawn broke above the horizon in pastel hues of yellow and pink. Yet they seemed shadowed, gloomy, like they were part of mourning instead of in their rightful berth. Illuminated by the pale light, a wagon lay on its side, only paces from the edge of the forest. A broken wheel dangled loosely from its axle. A narrow package, wrapped in a blanket rested beside the wagon, its face covered.

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Father and daughter sat in front of a shallow pit, three feet wide and six feet long, holding each other for support. The young woman wept against her father’s shoulder, her tears darkening his shirt. He buried his face in her hair, sniffling, and patted her weakly on the back.

" 'F only we coulda seen the hole 'fore we hit it. Where was the moon an' its light? We coulda…we…"

He trailed off, struggling to hold in his tears, and failing.

The sun climbed above the trees and its rays revealing the pale sphere in its wake, hardly visible against the brightness of the daystar. The moon, breaking pattern as it does, forsook the night.

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_=_` In Protection `_=_

He was no stranger to battle but today he would be pitted against friends and family. He had hoped that one day he would return to Lumbridge as a triumphant hero but instead he was returning as an emissary of death. Smiling wistfully at might-have-beens, Hakkyr eased one of many levers on the console before him forward. A grateful sigh echoed throughout the landing craft's cabin as the main thrusters powered off. Only the hiss of the landing boosters remained. Seconds later, with a splintering crack, the titanium hull settled gently to the earth among the freshly ruined timbers of what had once housed Hakkyr's family.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home," he whispered, stepping from the landing ramp to breathe Gielinor's air for the first time in months. The supple grass welcomed his feet, a joyful deviation from unforgiving steel walkways. That thought loitered only a moment before being trampled by the heavy footfalls of armored soldiers. Again, Hakkyr smiled; his RWT units would destroy opponents. Ducking beneath one of the ship's wings, he found himself in a muddied garden facing a human barrier.

"You cannot be here." The mass in front of Hakkyr spoke as one. People he had helped, and who in turn had helped him; the cook, the Lumbridge Guide, the Duke, Bob, Father Aere*k, Farmer Fred; all glared their accusations, despising his very existence. From the irate throng emerged a single person, swathed in flowing gold; a crown decorating his head held the word 'Craddock'. Another being followed, dressed similarly, but with the word 'Tron' embroidered into his robe. Gradually more figures joined them, various names adorning their garments. When a handful was assembled, they raised their hands, and spoke together, adding their voices to the spell.

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"Never again shall you trouble us; now it is permanent. Leave."

The world vanished, leaving Hakkyr alone, floating in empty, noiseless space; the Void of the Banned welcomed him readily. Here Hakkyr would rest, forever pondering his offences instead of enjoying RuneScape with the other law-abiding players.

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